Chapter 8 (Part 3)

We all turned to look at the wolf, who was now coughing up large amounts of blood.

Chapter 8 (Part 2)

“Whatever happens, do not go outside the barrier,” I whispered to Rascielle who simply collapsed to her knees in fear. She didn’t even seem to comprehend what I just said but she nodded in cold sweat anyway.

Chapter 8 (Part 1)

“What is that?” I jolted the horse to a sudden stop then whirled my head to look behind us but the ominous presence I felt vanished. “Did you guys feel that?”

Chapter 7 (part 2)

The sun was setting down fast and we couldn’t ride for much longer so we set up camp. We were headed north towards the river I like to call “The River with a lot of Nicknames”. I think it’s the only river in the world with so many names. It’s been called the River of Life, Mother River, Main River, The Big River, The Vein of the Continent and a whole lot more but its proper name is Barquiz River. There’s only one reason to blame for that: poets. Poets like to describe that river and everything under the sun (sun included) for that matter, in their unique, poetic, long winded fashion and then spread it around like a plague. The people who contract this plague then know the river in that poetic way too and treat it like it’s the river’s real name.

 Poets and their tangled sense of language – they make this simple world sound painful and complicated.

Chapter 7 (Part 1)

When we got out of the city, my two mysterious, still hooded employers greeted us. But this time, I could clearly see their faces under their hoods. The bigger guy with the deep voice looked exactly like how I imagined him. He was tall, dark skinned, muscular, bald and wore a very stern expression like your average hoodlum. He also had this intimidating aura around him that made you feel like he was born a leader or a leader of a gang. But of course, although I could feel the aura he was exuding, it could not move me in the slightest. I’m pretty hard to impress.   

Chapter 6 (part 2) - End of tournament arc

The upgraded Dragon Slayer now stood across from me. His eyes were pure white as if his pupils disappeared or his iris lightened which either way felt inhuman. And all that came out of his mouth were unintelligible noises, growls and froth. The combined effect of these characteristics made him look like he lost all reason, like a wild, rabies infected dog. His body was terribly deformed with very large muscles. His skin even took the color of his presumed mood – an angry red.

Chapter 6 (part 1)

“Chryisle wait. We’re being rude to the next contestants,” Noirxus said in an attempt to rein my temper. “Shouldn’t we let them go first?”

I looked at Noirxus with the most piercing glare I could muster. “Where are your so called next contestants? Hurry and point them out so I can kill them.”

Chapter 5 (Part 2)

An ordinary person could only see the first strike then the rest would be blurry movements accompanied by the sound of metal clashing against each other. Debris was flying everywhere and people would be scrambling for safety here and there. Most of the audience (or what’s left of them) would slide across the bleachers as they dodge the large boulders but then they would eventually get stuck between a rock and a hard place – literally. The reason why the tournament wasn't completely desolate yet was because people were torn between fleeing for their lives and not missing the epic fight. In short it was chaotic.  

Chapter 5 (part 1)

“I packed everything and bought everything necessary,” Noirxus said in a tired voice. “You really know how to use people Chryisle. When I returned with the supplies I found you already comfortably sleeping on the bed while I was up all night worrying about preparations because of your haphazard decision.”

Chapter 4 (part 3)

I didn’t want to stay in the tournament after my fight but Noirxus thought otherwise. He said it would be a valuable learning experience to look at other’s fights so I left him there. I eventually became bored so I went out and planned our next course of action after I win the prize for the tournament. I decided to take on a real mercenary job.

Chapter 4 (part 2)

Watching my future opponents is a big waste of time and energy. Besides I want to be surprised when I fight them. So I proceeded to do what I usually do before my fight: sleep.

After a while, I felt a slight nudge on my arm. I guess that means it’s my time to shine. I got up and walked a few steps towards the stage, but then I paused suddenly feeling hesitant.

Chapter 4 (Part 1)

Noirxus had to go first in the second elimination round. I brought a couple of earplugs just in case which came in handy as soon as his name was announced by the emcee.

Chapter 3 (part 3)

No matter how much I want to kill a man, I will never use a sword against a drunk. Yeah, that’s how good a person I am. So as a safe alternative to blades, I’ll pummel him with my fist instead.

Chapter 3 (part 2)

It was dusk.

Both Noirxus and I (actually just me) are having trouble finding a good place to spar in. The town didn’t have any open areas where we could destroy the place in peace because I assure you, after we’re done sparring, the area will look like it’s been passed by a very selective storm. We can’t go outside because the town gates close at night which would lock us out.